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Happy holidays and welcome to my stop on the COLOR OF LOVE Blog Hop, co-hosted by Empi Baryeh, Kiru Taye, Nana Prah, and Love Bites and Silk. This year’s hop is on from today, 23 November to 3 December, 2017.

We’re celebrating People of Color in romance and offering you a chance to discover new books and new authors, as well as giving you a chance to win prizes. We have 30 blogs participating this year, each featuring an interracial or multicultural romance book!

This year, we’re doing things a little differently. We’ve separated the cash and book prizes so more people can win:

Here’s what you can win:

BOOK PRIZES

We’re introducing daily book prizes. Be sure to comment on blog posts and join the conversation on our FACEBOOK EVENT PAGE for a chance to win one of our 24 book prizes.

One of my featured books is up for grabs in the rafflecopter giveaway, so be sure to enter it. I have three interracial paranormal romances on sale for 0.99 cents each! All three of these ladies have made Santa’s naughty list this year.

However, that doesn’t mean they can’t be nice when they want to be. And when their mates are around, they can be very nice. If you love interracial paranormal romances, you should give these three books a try while they’re on sale.

Falling for her should be the last thing on my mind. Yet, she’s all I think about. It’s ironic that the only female I want, wants me dead. She’s no match for me. Her pride drives her to continue searching for me. My feelings for her keep me from ending her life and putting a stop to this madness.
I’ve tried warning her away. I’ve tried scaring her away. Nothing is working. The only thing her determination is doing is making me want her more. I told her to stop hunting me. I told her if our paths crossed again, I would take her. She didn’t listen. She never listens. But I always keep my promises.

She wants me dead.
I want her… period.
Let’s see which one of us completes our mission.

~A peek into the book~

“Death,” I call out. It feels weird calling to death. But if that’s what I have to call him to keep from angering him, I will.
“Don’t call me that,” he calls down.
“You told me not to call you Dylix. What am I supposed to call you?”
“Don’t call me. Period.”
Okay, now he’s just being a big baby. “Dylix, listen. It feels like there’s a lot you’re not telling me.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
Ouch. “Uh, sure you do. You kidnapped me. You lied to me. You tied me to a chair. You…”
“You shot me.”
“The bullet went straight through. At least it didn’t get lodged inside your shoulder.”
“You’ve been hunting me for a year.”
“In my defense, my title is bounty hunter. It’s what I do. If you didn’t run, I wouldn’t have to chase you.”
“You shot me with an arrow once…”
“You didn’t die.”
“You still shot me.”
“In the leg. It was more like a friendly request to get you to stop running.”
“You came all the way to Earth to kill me.”
“I’m here to apprehend you. Not kill you.”
“You called me a monster.”
“You are a monster.”
Silence.
Why did I say that? I’m not wrong. He is a monster. But me saying it aloud doesn’t help my current situation. If I want to escape him I have to be nicer.

To win a copy of this naughty paranormal/Sci-Fi romance all you have to do is…

2 – Once you’re done, come back to this post and leave a comment letting me know that you’re done. I’d also like to know what you’re thankful for this holiday season. I’ll share what I’m thankful for in the comments. Good luck!

I’m excited to announce that the third book in the Succubus Nights Series will be available on Amazon on April 22nd. Claimed By The Succubus features Anika and Natina’s best friend, Izzie. If you’ve read book 2, you know that the shy and sometimes clumsy, Izzie is trying to get to Earth to save her two best friends.

There’s a tall, dark and handsome male waiting in the shadows to help her. But will he take her to Earth as promised, or does he have something else planned for the too-trusting Izzie? Find out on April 22nd.

(P.S. Izzie is officially my favorite heroine of this series. But don’t tell the others I said that.)

CLAIMED BY THE SUCCUBUS

~The Half-Breed~

She is Izeria’Azhul, the long-lost daughter of my king. She was raised away from our people and knows nothing of her heritage. Our kind are a myth to her. She doesn’t believe we exist and there’s no way she’ll believe she’s one of us.

~The Beast~

I am Shun’Uhl, the soldier ordered to return her to my king’s side so she can marry a royal and produce an heir to save our people. To get her to trust me, I shed my beastly form and take on the form of someone she knows. I choose unwisely. The form I’ve selected is a male she despises.

~The Forbidden~

The more time I spend with her, the more she comes to like me. And though I’ve tried to resist, I find myself falling for her also. Her feelings for me will change once she learns of my deception and sees how I really look. Part of me wants to complete my mission and return her to her father. Another part of me wants to remain in this form forever and spend my life with Izeria.

I have a choice to make: be honest with the female I love and risk losing her or lie to her for the rest of our lives. Unfortunately, the choice is made for me when we come under attack and I have to release my beast to protect her.

He was covered in water. His pants soaked. It was really kind of humorous and she would’ve laughed if his chest didn’t look so sexy with water dripping down it.

“I would’ve undressed completely but you’re in the room.”

“I’ve seen you naked before Raynor, remember the bathing pool?”

“How can I forget,” he mumbled as he picked up his bar of cleanser and rubbed it over his chest.

“This is ridiculous. You can’t shower with pants on.” Before he could reply, she reached for the button on his slacks, ignoring the shocked expression on his face.

“What are…?”

Button undone, she quickly pulled his pants down. What sprang forward made her mouth water and it wasn’t just because the spray from the shower was dripping on her head and running down her face.

“Step out of them so I can wring them out and put them in the hamper.” Thank the stars her voice sounded normal because she wasn’t feeling very normal right now. She could feel his eyes on her, hear him breathing and she wondered if his heart was thundering in his chest the way hers was.

He slowly stepped out of the slacks. She picked them up and then walked over to the sink, leaving the stall door open. As she wrung the pants out their gazes once again met in the glass. He was still confused, but his eyes were swirling faster.

Stars, he was the sexiest being she’d ever seen in her life. Nervous, she stared down at the pants. She’d already wrung out every drop of water that she could, but still she twisted, unsure of what to do next.

In the shower, Raynor stood still, water cascading over him as he watched her. Done stalling, she took the wet pants over to the hamper chute and tossed them inside. Now what? With nothing to do with her hands she rubbed them through her hair. The nervous energy coursing through her was making it impossible for her to be still or quiet.

“Now you’re free to shower without getting your clothes wet,” she pointed out the obvious.

A jerk of his head was all she received as a response. He made no move to start showering. Naked they just stood there, both too nervous to make the first move. Lark knew her actions were confusing the hell out of him, especially after what he heard her say on his brethrens’ spacecraft that day.

“Do you need me to wash your back?” She didn’t wait on him to answer, she simply entered the stall and closed the door behind her, shutting them into the small space. Steam rose around them.

Instead of turning his back to her, he turned to face her. “Are you trying to destroy me,” his deep voice rumbled.

Lark shook her head.

“Then why are you doing this?”

“I only want to wash your…”

“Not just this, all of this. Why are you tempting me, reminding me of what I will never have?”

“It’s already yours. All you have to do is accept my apology and claim me.”

Falling in love with a prisoner was against the rules.

So why was Lark allowing herself to get close to Raynor? He was domineering, cocky and much too handsome for his own good. Though her mind found him unbearable, her body was ready to endure anything he could deliver. However, inside of him lived a darkness unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. If the rumors were true, that darkness would consume any and everyone in its path. Lark was going to try her best to stay out of his way.

They called him The Destroyer.

Raynor Batiste was many things: a monster, a killer, one of the most feared creatures in the galaxy. He was a beast whose name sent shudders through his enemies. However, a prisoner he was not. He’d only allowed himself to be captured so he could get close to his mate, Lark Valdese.

That task was proving harder than he’d anticipated. Lark is afraid of what lives inside of him, and she should be. Yet, when her planet comes under attack, the evil lurking within him may be the only thing that can save her and her people. He’s willing to protect her planet, but his aid comes at a price, a price only Lark can pay.

Will Beauty give in to the Beast in order to save her world? Or is he a greater threat than her enemies?